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Then with a leap of his heart, and a sob of thankfulness he found her, with disheveled hair, and face white as the snow where it rested, sad and still in the moonlight. Middleville was noted for its severe winters, but this year the zero weather held off until late in January. Lane was peculiarly susceptible to the cold and he found himself facing a discomfort he knew he could not long endure.
Upon returning, he found that snow had begun to fall heavily. Already the streets were white. Suddenly the thought of the nearness of Christmas shocked him. How time sped by! That night he dressed himself carefully, wearing the service uniform he had so well preserved, and sallied forth to the most fashionable restaurant in Middleville, where in the glare and gayety he had his dinner.
Only long passionate iteration of his assurance of principle and generosity subdued that frenzy and at length gave him composure. Perhaps this had some semblance to victory. Lane returned to town weaker in one way than when he had left, yet stronger in another. Upon the outskirts of Middleville he crossed the river road and sat down upon a stone wall.
He asked her to go to Mendleson's Hall to see the moving-pictures. She could meet him uptown at the entrance. Rose told the boy to tell Swann she would not come. This invitation made her thoughtful. If Swann had been ashamed to be seen with her he would not have invited her to go there. Mendleson's was a nice place; all the nice people of Middleville went there.
Would marrying her have saved her from what Blair had so forcibly suggested? Elm Street was a newly developed part of Middleville, high on one of its hills, and manifestly a restricted section. Lane had found the number of Helen's home in the telephone book. When the chauffeur stopped before a new and imposing pile of red brick, Lane understood an acquaintance's reference to the war rich.
And then the maimed Blair, awkward with his crutch and bag, insisted on helping Lane get Red aboard the train. Red could just about walk. Sombrely they clambered up the steps into the Pullman. Middleville was a prosperous and thriving inland town of twenty thousand inhabitants, identical with many towns of about the same size in the middle and eastern United States.
The next day Lane, having ascertained where Joshua Iden was employed, betook himself that way just at the noon hour. Iden, like so many other Middleville citizens, gained a livelihood by working for the rich Swann. In his best days he had been a master mechanic of the railroad shops; at sixty he was foreman of one of the steel mills.
He seemed to have suddenly discovered Mel Iden. "Doctor Wallace did back me up," said Lane, with a smile. "But no one else did." "Don't be so sure of that. Harsh conditions require harsh measures. Dal said you killed the camel-walk dance in Middleville." "It surely was a disgusting sight," returned Lane, with a grimace. "Mel, I just saw red that night."
"My dear Doctor, I have nothing on my mind absolutely nothing.... This world is a beautiful place. Middleville is fine, clean, progressive. People are kind thoughtful good. What could I have on my mind?" "You can't fool me. You think the opposite of what you say.... Lane, your heart is breaking." "No, Doctor. It broke long ago." "You believe so, but it didn't.
"Toward Middleville," returned Amy. "Then we must hurry up and catch him. We can explain that we have his money." "But are you sure it is his?" asked Mollie. "This looks like it," said Betty, holding out the torn letter. "But some one else might have lost five hundred dollars," protested Grace. "Come on, we'll find him, and ask him about it, anyhow," suggested Betty. "Middleville is on our way.
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